Yesterday, I left the house with the yard looking like this:
And returned to it looking like this:
There is now some clean-up to do and a stump to figure out what to do with, but I get a lot more light in my apartment, now. And things that seemed perpetually damp already seem dryer. And I also had a nice view of my neighbor as she angerly threw some fallen branches not only over the fence, but all the way into the middle of the backyard. "We only did this so that the tree didn't fall on your house," I thought to myself she stomped around her yard. Middle-school teachers are angry.
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That's nice. It's does the heart good as much as it does bad. My philosophy is, take a tree out of the world, put two back in. I suggest a pair of flowering dogwoods with the stench blossoms facing towards your idiot neighbor. I hope you calmly walked outside and threw the limbs back in her yard right in front of her and said, 'do it again and I'm gonna get the stick that was aching to crash through your roof and let it do it's thang'. zinger...
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